Lion Head Mesa زهرة ضباب mist walker

while jawahir listened, their eyes were for pharaoh only.

it wasn't until sakai spoke up about entertainment that the courtesan smiled to him, then looked briefly back to ramesses, as if to share an inside joke. the mirth was held back from becoming laughter; they could share in it later.

they moved to separate from pharaoh slowly, to prance towards sakai again and draw as close to the silver man as to the god; pressing the top of their head against his chin and throat, as a cat might, before drawing against their side and tilting their lips to one ear.

that is not what he asks. i can teach you later, boy. purring words to the man, then jawahir sighed and wove to the other side of him, so that they could face pharaoh with a warm, knowing look.

i am sure there can be a place made for him, daystar.